lt;The Pocket Dimens

This is a matter of the Yan family's household, we have no business interfering. Let's go, let's go home for dinner.,The thin young man was beaten, his head bloodied. He lay on the ground, curled up, clutching his head and trembling violently.,Yan Xiaoshi closed his eyes, sighing that even being a ghost was hard work. Suddenly, with no warning, a flurry of punches and kicks landed on him. This time, the pain was very clear.。